Call it what you like.
I saw this on someone's blog. (I'm at a coffeehouse working on some "research". Huh. Maybe that should be "working"?) And, I thought I would link it in my blog. It was the exact feeling I had when I was in 5th grade sitting at the library with the World Book Encyclopedia open in front of me, "Huh. I couldn't have said it better myself."
Lies I've told my 3 year old recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
posted at 11:47 PM by raul
TAGS: fatherhood, kids, lies
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Great imagination!
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